"I too, at times, have felt a great hate for those
that have taken so much, with no sorrow for what they do.

But hate wears you down, and does not hurt your enemy.
It is like taking poison and wishing your enemy would die. I have struggled
with these feelings many times." He continued, "It is as if
there are two wolves inside me. One is good and does no harm. He lives
in harmony with all around him, and does not take offense when no offense
was intended. He will only fight when it is right to do so, and in the
right way.

But the other wolf, ah! He is full of anger. The littlest
thing will set him into a fit of temper. He fights everyone, all the
time, for no reason. He cannot think because his anger and hate are
so great. It is helpless anger,for his anger will change nothing.

Sometimes, it is hard to live with these two wolves
inside me, for both of them try to dominate my spirit."

The boy looked intently into his Grandfather's eyes
and asked, "Which one wins, Grandfather?"